To my surprise, Mom decided to head to Washington straight away. Apparently, covid-19 cases are spiking sky-high in most states and especially in Utah, and Mom didn’t want to take any longer than we really had to travel. We spent a night at a dingy Airbnb in Utah, then another night at a small Airbnb in Idaho, and made it to our house in Gig Harbor, Washington state early the next afternoon. To be honest, the drive didn’t feel very long, likely because I’ve just grown used to long drives thanks to this summer’s adventures. 

My music playlist has been pretty interesting lately, for lack of a better term. I’ve been listening to hours and hours of Tyler Childers, Scott H Biram, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Hank III, and others like them. Their music is both calming and intense. Sometimes, it’s both. But, it has been one of the few things keeping me relatively sane lately. I’m leaving Colorado for Washington state at the end of this week, which definitely has me feeling pretty mixed, much like the music I’ve been listening to (I listen to music for the rhythm and the instruments. I don’t usually care about the lyrics). 

Note: Guess who has writer's block again!

Note: Here’s a little piece about the current state of my faith. I’m hesitant to add anything God-related to my memoir, but I still enjoy writing about these things. So, anything more faith-related will end up in my blog. 

It’s been another tough week. No, nobody I know has tested positive. thank God. CJ, while she still likely has covid-19, is no longer contagious and is healthy. I saw her a few times this week. She’s happy and healthy as can be! But, the way things are going around me are signs of a grim future, and I’m scared. Very scared.